Travel, Dance, Minimalism (Some poetry, some books, some art)

beard

areglsdajgaldg my playlist pulled it up and I can’t hear it without thinking of you and come ON amy don’t make this more melodramatic than it actually is, but dang kid we used to be

I don’t know. I don’t know what we were.

on a happier note: I wrote this while watching Handel’s Messiah (I PAID FIVE DOLLARS, yeh, big spender)
maybe I should have been paying more attention to the music, but what can you do when your Blood Ink Content is .89? I had to purge. Also I am trying to think of a better title for it.